Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.